The teardrop

I feel we cry very easily these days.. Out of joy, sorrow, fear, relief.. In pain, in prayer, in dejection and in hope.. Tears that were once rare have become ubiquitous commodities that are wasted and shed way too soon.. A sad novel, a touching movie, a hug goodbye, a hug hello.. Makes me wonder at the weaknesses of human emotions that flow at the drop of a hat.. Some say crying is a sign of weakness.. I dont think so.. But crying all too often is.. Not a weakness of the human spirit.. But of the human mind.. A mind that is not able to understand suffering in most striking form.. A mind that is so fragile that something as simple as saying goodbye to an old friend can have the saline water gushing from the eyes.. I think its time we became more resilient, and saved the teardrops for something truly overwhelming..

Squeeze a tear drop and let it rest
On the tip of your eye
Concealed candidly between the lashes and the lid
A drop of moisture, for you dry charred eye

Don’t let it fall, don’t let it turn into a pearl
Just hide it and let it remain
Let it moisten your eye
Your dead, dreary petrified eye

Squeeze it and let it rest
Let it rest for the child
Who works in the sun
Blazing as his dreams for the future

Let it rest for the unborn
Who was sacrificed
For the sins that she did not commit

Let it rest for the woman
Who dies every night
To live a life by day

Let it rest for the struggler
Whose peace has been snatched
For there are deadlines to be met
Let it rest, a lone honest teardrop

And when the trident of hope, trust and faith hits you
And your feet are cemented in the greens of security
Let the tear drop flow

Let it roll from eye to toe
Cleanse your soul, liberate it of its curses
And the benedictions
Let the tear drop flow